i'm like steam,
reacted, converted, forced into this state by my world.
forced to find a home in this tainted air.
dragged deep within for the sole purpose to reach every corner, contaminate, spread and feast.
with you my breathe cuts short.
not so much lubrication as it was absorbtion.
i hear without me your heart beats regularly.
but if it ever happens that the constant and predictable are too mundane
that the purity in my lungs and dryness of my skin, i start to chap away.
light me up.
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